READ THE PASSAGE AND ANSWER THE QUESTIONS
THAT FOLLOW.
The first day in the land of apples was a
bitter-cold one; for the snow still covered the
ground, and the trees were bare. A large bell
rang for breakfast, its loud metallic voice
crashing through the belfry overhead and
into our sensitive ears. The annoying clatter
of shoes on bare floors gave us no peace.
The constant clash of harsh noises, with an
undercurrent of many voices murmuring an
unknown tongue, made a bedlam within
which I was securely tied. And though my
spirit tore itself in struggling for its lost
freedom, all was useless.
A paleface woman, with white hair, came
up after us. We were placed in a line of
girls who were marching into the dining
room. These were Indian girls, in stiff shoes
and closely clinging dresses. The small
girls wore sleeved aprons and shingled
hair. As I walked noiselessly in my soft
moccasins, I felt like sinking to the floor,
for my blanket had been stripped from my
shoulders. I looked hard at the Indian girls,
who seemed not to care that they were even
more immodestly dressed than I, in their
tightly fitting clothes. While we marched
in, the boys entered at an opposite door.
I watched for the three young braves who
came in our party, I spied them in the rear
ranks, looking as uncomfortable as I felt.
A small bell was tapped, and each of the
pupils drew a chair from under the table.
Supposing this act meant they were to be
seated, I pulled out mine and at once slipped
into it from one side. But when I turned
my head, I saw that I was the only one
seated, and all the rest at our table remained
standing. Just as I began to rise, looking
shyly around to see how chairs were to be
used, a second bell was sounded. All were
seated at last, and I had to crawl back into
my chair again. I heard a man's voice at
one end of the hall, and I looked around
to see him. But all the others hung their
heads over their plates. As I glanced at the
long chain of tables, I caught the eyes of a
paleface woman upon me. Immediately, I
dropped my eyes, wondering why I was so
keenly watched by the strange woman. The
man ceased his muttering, and then a third
bell was tapped. Every one picked up his
knife and fork and began eating. I began
crying instead, for by this time I was afraid
to venture anything more.
But this eating by formula was not the
hardest trial in that first day. Late in the
morning, my friend Judewin gave me a
terrible warning. Judewin knew a few words
of English; she had overheard the paleface
woman talk about cutting our long, heavy
hair. Our mothers had taught us that only
unskilled warriors who were captured had
their hair shingled by the enemy. Among our
people, short hair was worn by mourners,
and shingled hair by cowards!
We discussed our fate for some moments,
and when Judewin said, "We have to submit,
because they are strong," I rebelled.
"No, I will not submit! I will struggle first!"
I answered. I watched my chance, and when
no one noticed, I disappeared. I crept up the
stairs as quietly as I could in my squeaking
shoes, –my moccasins had been exchanged
for shoes. Along the hall I passed, without
knowing whither I was going. Turning aside
to an open door, I found a large room with
three white beds in it. The windows were
covered with dark green curtains, which
made the room very dim. Thankful that no
one was there, I directed my steps toward
the corner farthest from the door. On my
hands and knees I crawled under the bed,
and huddled myself in the dark corner.
Judewin said to the narrator that __________.
A her hair would be shingled
B narrator would have to submit to the
paleface woman
C both A and B
D only A
it is obviously b
